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(Springfield)
My father was too weak to parry the blade
as death's scythe swept through the house one night
as we were busy doing other things,
dust filled his mouth and stopped his breath,
and darkness took his soul in this familiar place...
His body, wasted by the sickness,
his spirit weary from the battle,
he spoke to me, forever his son,
of all things save death:
I longed to face it with him,
but seeing his fear,
I feared to speak of it.
And though we both saw death's dark irresistable form
in the far corner,
we talked instead of evening shadows
on bedroom walls.
And so it went.
There were no proud and profound last words,
no bright ringing final moment of clarity.
He just died.
We kissed his still warm face
and promised forever...
The cold wind blew through the trees in my father's yard,
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(Springfield)
I look around me and I see what I wanted and what I settled for
Yeah, I've got the heart of a Joan of Arc but the soul of a gigolo.
I've been good at snatching defeat from the jaws of victory.
Anytime I stopped to smell the roses they drew blood from me.
Do you know what I mean?
You never ever get away clean. But it's alright,
Yeah, touchdown, turn around, flag on the play.
It's always something, you know it is, it's always something,
It's always something, everyday, it's always something.
When I was a kid the teachers and the priests said,
"Why do you let him run around like that?"
My father said, "If the boy wants to play guitar, I say we let him."
Through the hard years he was my rock
when I just could not win.
So it goes y'know my father died
just before my leaky ship came in.
Do you know what I mean?
You never ever get away clean. Oh, but it's alright yeah.
Down one, homerun, your dog steals the ball.
I step up to the table in the middle of my life
and I take my cards and I check them twice.
I've got a killer hand and I'm ready to stake my claim,
the cops raid the game.
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(Music: Springfield/Silverman Lyrics: Springfield)
His hair was bible black, face like a priest,
his fingers clutched the precious box and silent as a dream,
He hid behind his dark sunglasses. You caught your breath.
You thought he was beautiful. You didn't hear his silent scream,
As he spread the dead man's ashes.
Your always trying to find your worth
in the eyes of someone new.
You may not think you need this baby but I think you do
You need religion of the heart, religion of the heart
(deep in your system)
You're just searching in the dark
For a reason to believe
You need religion of the heart
You raise your glass, you drink their wine,
But you're still thirsty all the time,
No miracles tonite, and you'll skip the midnight masses.
It'll be OK in the cool clear, bright light of the day,
But you just seem so scattered,
as though nothing mattered baby.
You're always trying to heal yourself in someone else's skin
Turn the thieves out of the temple baby and let it in
You think that I am joking, that it all comes down to nothing,
Yeah, and I'm just talking to your fear but I 'm not,
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(Springfield)
The father giveth, and the father taketh away,
Johanna prays in her bed,
He drinks his beer to the TV chatter,
thinks dark thoughts in his head.
When the house that he keeps with his hard won pay,
is finally asleep after his brutal day.
He turns his eyes on his beautiful prize.
Johanna watches her door open just a crack,
And a hand that once held her runs down the length of her back,
Her fallen angel lies down on her bed
So much confusion in her beautiful head,
Johanna closes her eyes.
In a house full of secrets the truth doesn't matter,
Johanna buries her shame and dreams of redemption
They just scatter, she grows numb to the pain
She can't remember how it was before
She doesn't know who she is anymore
She's in disguise as his beautiful prize.
Johanna watches her life from the outside
and she dreams that one day she'll fly free from this mess,
She's a hawk trying to soar with a broken wing,
She doesn't talk anymore about anything
She just closes her eyes.
She just can't stand his anger, she just can't bear his heat,
She takes a long hard look at life on the street, yeah
In a house full of secrets the truth doesn't matter
Any dreams of salvation, they just shatter
Johanna watches the world from the outside,
and she dreams of the day she'll fly free of this mess,
She doesn't know what she's waiting for,
Because there's nothing left in this house anymore
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(Springfield)
I drop a stone into the ocean, every choice,
another turn of the screw,
Another wheel set in motion, with every single thing I do
It's there in the air that I breathe, it's in my whisper and scream
Inside everything I believe, and
it's all gonna come around someday
As the smallest stream runs to a river
and every river runs to the sea
So every bit of love that I give to another,
You know that I believe it comes back to me
There is no absolution whether I'm the garden or the rose
If I ain't part of the solution... yeah you know how that goes
You can always leave but you bring it all back home someday
Every single thing I say, everyone I betray
Any love that I take when I do not make it in return
Every thing I do and every time I've been unfaithful too
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(Music: Springfield, Pierce, Marlette, Lyrics: Springfield)
So there I stood, square on my side of the great divide,
A message came across the void and for the first time in my life,
I'm awake, I'm alive. I thought I was immune to this
Till I felt the static charges in the air.
I touch you, you're a live wire,
you're the raw fire burning in my heart,
It took me by surprise, that's no lie.
You know you are, you are a sharp, shock to my system,
a spark, a real shock. You know you are, you are a sharp
Shock to my system
You start I can't stop
You taught me how to listen shock to my system
My soul, my skin, you plug me in and all of my pain is gone
just like it never was.
And for the first time in my life I know what I feel
Now every time we touch I'm caught off my guard. That's no lie.
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(Music: Springfield/Marlette, Lyrics: Springfield)
So this is the cage that I built, why I built it I don't know
It's bars made of anger and guilt, no lock,
but somehow it just wouldn't let me go.
All hail the messenger of love.
I got your message loud and clear.
Now I'm hungry to be healed
and you can't, you can't keep me away
(I'm free) When we are one, I am complete
(I'm free) And I'm undone and I will be healed in your eyes.
I had to close a door in my life for another one to open
so I could go through, though I had no guiding light,
and no signs somehow it still lead me to you.
I learned a lesson here in love and it's ringing loud and clear
Now I'm ready to be reveal all the things
that before I could never say
When we are one, I am complete,
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(Music: Springfield, Marlette, Pierce, Lyrics: Springfield)
In my perfect world there's no need
to right the wronged,
laid down my burden, I know I did not carry the weight,
Not sure to who responsibility belonged,
I turned a blind eye,
while waiting for the hand of fate to still the waters,
heal all the broken hearts,
and hope it would be done without a sacrifice.
And maybe I just wouldn't pay the price.
I've fought this long enough.
Now I send the prayer to heaven for the chance to be,
a better man than the man I see.
I send the prayer to heaven, lay your hands on me,
I ain't a saint but to this I swear I send the prayer.
And now I feel all I can do is not enough.
My Rome is burning and I'm standing at the deep abyss.
But every passion started with an act of love,
and every act of love, started with a single kiss.
Father, father your gift was my world of light,
and I've betrayed you with a single Judas kiss.
I've been my own executioner,
but its not just me anymore.
Burn my wasted pride, open your heart to this,
there's a voice that's crying somewhere,
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(Springfield/Vallance)
I can see her at her windows watching,
locked away inside her skin,
I can see her but I can't get to her, she won't come out,
and she won't let me into
The white room (she's living in)
Lying alone til she comes undone
In the white room, she burns for the real thing.
But it won't come.
In her head is the same obsession
and all the bottles and pills won't heal her heart.
She heard his last confession
and every word just tears her apart
In the white room (locked away)
doing time till her time is done
In the white room there's so much to say
but the words won't come.
Come back to the land of the living,
when you gonna break the chain,
there's so much too much that you're leaving
and you're never gonna stop the rain
In the white room.
waiting for the call that never comes
in the white room, she awaits.
Look at something long enough you'll find,
that the splinters and the cracks begin to show,
I'll be the first in line when the walls start falling
and she lets go of
The white room (it's late)
living alone only makes you numb
In the white room she burns for the real thing
but it won't come
In the white room (she's living in) I think its time
that you're time is done,
In the white room she burns
In the white room (it's late)
lying alone till she comes undone
In the white room she awaits
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(Springfield)
He lifted her face up off the pillow and said, "Baby such is life"
And then he pushed his suitcase out through the door.
"It'll give 'em something to talk about."
The door slammed, left a scar.
She'd be damned she could see her in his car.
So much for marriage and the good, good wife
Well, maybe it's a fact of life.
But in Veronica's head the wheels were burning,
Turning out of frustration,
Veronica's bed mocked
every private thing she said to the bastard.
She dyed her hair black in the bathroom mirror
He'd liked it blonde on his wife.
An act of independence, a small victory.
Hey, it was something to shout about
Cause at night, she'd crack,
She'd feel his strong fingers raking down her back.
She'd wake up angry, but turned on like a light,
Yeah baby it's a fact of life.
But in Veronica's head the wheels were burning,
turning out of frustration,
Veronica said, she would never be the same.
No. But in Veronica's head, the fields were burning
Burning down the destruction.
She turns around, he's there,
confusing her with his promises,
and crying on the telephone.
She twists and she turns in circles,
with all of her strength, she breaks free.
She stumbles and she nearly falls.
But in Veronica's head the wheels were burning,
turning out of frustration.
Veronica said she would never be the same.
No. But in Veronica's head the fields were burning.
Burning down the destruction.
In Veronica's bed, she lies there listening late at night to her
heartbeat.
The wheels are turning.
And in Veronica's head the fields are burning.
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(Springfield)
I see her there in her plain print dress and her fading youth.
Something about her opens up my soul,
something about her speaks the truth,
when the sky is falling..
She makes the world go away baby and I tell the truth
There's a plainness and a sameness to her
touch oh yeah and it's beautiful.
I love an ordinary girl
Oh she's just an ordinary girl
I say I love you I know it's just an ordinary sound
We make love in our ordinary house
yeah it's built on common ground and we know it baby
We go out walking on an friday night in Ordinary Town
There's a sameness and a plainness to it all
Oh yeah and it's beautiful
Another day, another battle
We shake the cage, our sabers rattle
Nothing that matters comes easy
and nothing that comes easy ever really matters
Oh (everything I am) she's an ordinary girl (anything I plan)
I love her (for everything that I stand).
She's an ordinary girl (I'm just an ordinary man)
Oh she's (in everything I do) Just an ordinary girl
(in everything that's true) I love her (in everything I plan)
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(Music: Springfield, Marlette, Pierce, Lyrics: Springfield
I tell you honestly, don't you go and throw your heart away
I know it's so hard to do,
you've got to let go when you want to hold on.
I know how much you miss him celebrate what you had.
don't cry about the things left unsaid,
it'll do no good.
you look for mercy and a meaning somewhere,
but you know that the hurting won't go
till you walk through the fire.
It's gonna take an act of faith to stand up and face the day.
It's gonna take an act of faith, nobody can make you stay
It's gonna take an act of faith
maybe love will find it's way back into your life.
Here's my heart my love is in it
Here's my heart my love is in it
Stand up, don't you fall.
You just take good care of where you are.
You're thinking life's through with you.
that's not what he'd want or what you should do.
I know you loved him baby celebrate who he was.
I know you know you've got to go on and live your life.
Go down to the river of the spirit that runs through you,
and lay yourself down in the healing waters.
It's gonna take an act of faith to stand up and face the day.
It's gonna take an act of faith, nobody can make you stay
It's gonna take an act of faith
maybe love will find it's way back into your life.
Love is a healer.
There is no purpose served in holding on.
Love is a healer.
There is no understanding why.
Love is a healer.
There is no sin in you that brought this to your door.
My love, it just is.
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(Springfield)
Another day passes like a ghost
Wishing you were any place but here
From your prison cell of flesh and bone
you send a prayer on it's suicide last flight
into the air - into the rain
and it sends you nothing back again
Hey Maria its a big beautiful Friday night
Yeah Maria - hey na na hey na na na yeah
Day to day and coast to coast
everything seems anything but clear
Inside your skin of steel and stone
your need for somebody wakes you late at night
but there's something there you can't explain
as you come in bed alone again.
Hey Maria, it's a big beautiful Friday night.
Yeah Maria - hey na na hey na na na yeah
Hey Maria, why don't we drink like we just don't care tonight?
Yeah Maria - hey na na hey na na na yeah
Life is a perfect song with a fractured beat.
Yeah its a one way sign on a dead end street.
Hey Maria you sure look beautiful tonight
Hey Maria it's a big beautiful Friday night
Yeah Maria - hey na na hey na na na yeah.
Hey Maria don't let it be so complicated tonight.
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